My eyes scanned the crowd, as I danced on stage with Xavier like we were in love.

His hands wrapped around my waist protectively, while his face was buried in my neck as he trailed wet kisses down.

His hands on my hips constantly moved downward to my ass to grope it, filling me with repulsion.

To anyone we would look like the perfect lovely couple, but to me—there is nothing perfect about a relationship where the two partners constantly soil their bed with ...